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[vinodiriso]

hello, came back from the trip and mental health has taken a big fat dump so I am non-functioning. depression hadn't hit me this hard since pre-pandemic. i am sorry for all the people waiting on answers, asks, replies, i am just dead inside. speak to you soon, hopefully.

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Shikamaru is here to sit beside Yoshino and put his arm around her shoulders. Honestly, condolences have rang fake over the years, so he doesn't say anything.

july 15th: Shikaku's birthday!!!

YOSHINO. 愛

The tear traces had dried over the ghastly pale visage belonging to Kage no Mibojin after the night spent in complete shambles. It was the fourth July spent without her husband, the fourth year since he had been ripped away from her arms, and the burden of being without him hadn't grown an ounce lighter.

Yet Shikamaru wouldn't have seen her cry, Yoshino had sworn that to herself and the Yukinohana's old Gods. He had witnessed plenty of his mom's breaking point in the handful of months before her appointment as Regent of the Nara. Shikamaru had his own demons to battle and he couldn't spare any time to be her shield, Yoshino would have never let him. She would have been his sword instead.

That was why, when he entered the room, Yoshino appeared calm and collected despite the storm and turmoil raging in the pit of her stomach. When his arm came to envelop her, she let her head hang loose over his (now stronger) shoulder. Her boy was growing into a man under her watchful eyes. She was sure her husband would have been so proud, wherever his spirit had found refuge. Hopefully, he would have been proud of his sweet doe too.

"It's been a while since he has been able to celebrate his birthday the way he loved: getting drunk with his old friends. Let's bring Inoichi and him the best sake, yeah? We can have some to toast in his memory."

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“Did you put flowers on Grandpas grave today, grandma?” - Shikadai

July 15th: Shikaku's birthday!!

YOSHINO. 愛

Yoshino ruffled her grandson's thick, black hair till both Shikadai and her ended up giggling. He was the prettiest and most intelligent child she had ever laid eyes on, her heart grew ten sizes larger the moment his parents graced her with the gift of seeing Shikadai for the first time.

The sweet, naive Fujiko, Yoshino's mother-in-law, (rest her soul) had a saying that sounded innocent on her lips yet carried some deeper, more disturbing meaning: "the only thing a Nara's mother can give her son are her eyes". Yoshino's chocolate brown eyes graced Shikamaru's face when he was born, and so did Temari's magnificent turquoise gems set into Shikadai's small visage.

But they didn't let history repeat itself, neither Shikadai's parents, nor his grandma: Yoshino had let the Yukinohana wipe itself from Shikamaru's blood along with her disease, but Temari's tragedy-forged strength together with her caring and most empathetic sides carried over into her magnificent, little man. And so did Yoshino's tales, whispered at Shikadai's bedside hurriedly, terrified she would eventually lose them all, because she was starting to lose a few.

Stories of her tribe, Yukinohana memoirs, Kokuyouseki remembrances, Ainai's noble lineage— and other stories. Stories of a more recent past, a past most warm, the gentlest, the sweetest, the fondest. Stories of a dashing young captain leading a newly founded squadron whose 'simple' objective was winning a war on the brink of loss, of his courage, of his well-earned authority, of his brilliant mind, of his arrogance and how it nearly cost him everything. She told Shikadai that the same young man happened to gradually fall in love with his executive officer, a troubled, standoffish young woman who was desperately in love with him, she told Shikadai of how they ended up getting married despite his family opposing their union, of how they governed in perfect harmony and collaboration and how the fruit of their bond ripened into one of the greatest shinobi of his generation.

Shikadai loved the stories of that young man. He loved hearing the stories of his grandfather. To the point that his tiny, little, 4-years-old brain retained that useless piece of information: July 15th. His grandfather's birthday.

"Not yet, my most darling boy. Shall we do it together?"

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grief is a funny thing. baki's had his fair share of it, but nothing akin to what she's felt. maybe that's why it stuck with him after temari mentioned the significance of this date, maybe it was the compassion he thought was long buried. "lady nara, on behalf of the kazekage and the land of wind," the crinkle of paper and a flash of white petals, the faint smell of lilies in the air. "i would like to give our deepest sympathies."

july 15th: Shikaku's birthday!

YOSHINO. 愛

'Too young to be all by her lonesome', someone covertly used to whisper as they watched her clambering the dreadful, uphill path towards the graveyard. She was aware of it, and yet it bestowed her no comfort in being pitied, if only for her evident lack of companionship. It wasn't a mere partner she was lacking, but the supporting pillar that allowed her to grow into a woman and gifted her with the most joyful creature, her son.

And her son had eventually grown into a man himself, albeit the many burdens she shouldered for him to allow him room to grow and grow sharper. He was the Nara head now, and he had taken a marvellous young woman as his bride, tough like a tornado and soft like the spring breeze. And now, the man that was the closest to a fatherly figure the breath-taking Temari'd had was presenting her with a gift to alleviate her sorrow.

Yoshino broke into a gentle, misty smile while accepting Baki's gift. Unlike the whispers of the old people in the village, saddened by her solitude, Baki seemed to understand the void of losing someone so dear, so important to her. He knew she wasn't mourning her loneliness, she was grieving her dead husband, whose memory was still ever so fresh in her mind.

"My late husband loved white lillies," Yoshino bowed, "thank you, Baki-san, and thank Gaara-sama for her thoughtfulness. He held Gaara-sama in the highest regard, and I remember him saying you gave him quite a hard time during that unsavoury time. I am sure he is honoured to be remembered by such a powerful and loyal ninja such as yourself."

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Hey, not so gentle reminder that today is Shikaku's birthday, so you have my permission to bother him in my inbox or remind a grieving widow that her dead husband would be 1 year older today

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Half way done!

Hello~ will be hacking at this for the remainder of the morning, this afternoon I might try my hand at some replies!

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Hello~ will be hacking at this for the remainder of the morning, this afternoon I might try my hand at some replies!

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ALSO TO ALL OF MY MUTUALS STILL WAITING ON THIS: I WILL SEND EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOUR REQUESTED ASKS THIS WEEKEND SO YOU CAN SPAM AWAY AND I WILL SEND YOU MY LOVE!!!

cheeky ask call, no cap, specify muse (s) in the comments! ❤️

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hhhhhhhheyyyy there, peeps!! I am sorry for not updating over here in a minute but hot news is I got home safe and in one piece, so do not despair!!! Currently at my parent's house and they are in the middle of a whole kitchen remodeling, so it's kind of a mess over here, hence why my time/will to write has kinda dropped significantly!!! BUT!!! I will try my best to pump some stuff out over the weekend (if I am not too busy cleaning) so keep your eyes peeled for that!!! I apologise profusely to everyone waiting for my replies, I promise I will get to everything as soon as I have time, please bear with me!!!

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me flirting is just making fun of u and hoping u get the hint. if not that’s between u and god

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And with that last post I announce I am finally done with my exams this year!!! Next week I will be back home and will be able to throw myself into writing for the whole summer hopefully! I have a couple of personal projects I want to work on, we shall see how those go, but for the rest, I am just happy to relax and catch my breath for a while ❤️

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Your husband is short (Yoshino)

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YOSHINO + SHIKAKU. 愛 + 客

"Hey there, take that back, you son of a...!"

"Now, now, no need to get this angry, darling ~ you know you are the most handsome man in the village! And I am plenty tiny myself, I fit into your arms perfectly, don't I?"

"Well, yeah, I s'pose... and you do that cute thing where you perfectly slot your little face into my clavicle gap, you know I love that..."

"See? No need to get angry!"

"...wait.... YOU ARE JUST CALLING ME 'SHORT' AS WELL, AREN'T YOU?!?!"

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how are you so quiet about it? your sadness i mean. how do you hold it in your chest, in your eyes, in your teeth without letting it speak; how does it stay still?

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I had a bittersweet thought: during missions, when the Sakumo Team was still together, since Yoshino couldn't concentrate chakra on her feet to run on water, either Sakumo, Tsume or Haru would give her a piggyback ride. She was very embarrassed about it and they all joked it was a blessing she was so tiny, she could fit literally anywhere!

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